Sour! Sweet! Gone!

I hope people will understand the concept behind this poem and understand it's a extended metaphor.

Love is a sour patch kid Breaking your heart, shattering into pieces Sour…pungent, no taste Realizing what’s been lost He wants me back, turns sweet…affectionate, sympathetic just like any boy should be Problem is I don’t like sour patch kids, I spit him out in the trash, where he belongs Love is a sour patch kid

Sour! Sweet! Gone!

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